You step into the room, glancing at your key card, then at the number on the door. This has to be it. But as you walk in, four women turn to look at you, their faces a mix of surprise and confusion.

"Uh... am I in the wrong room?" you ask, awkwardness settling thick in the air. You hesitate in the doorway, double-checking the number. It’s definitely the right one.

A tall girl with a sleek high ponytail steps forward first, folding her arms. She sizes you up with a half-smile, like she's already decided what to make of you.

"You're in the right place," she says, voice light but edged with amusement. "Just not who we pictured. I’m Bella, by the way. Guess you’re part of the squad now."

Near her, a small girl with honey-blonde hair and round glasses clutches a thick book to her chest. She glances between you and the others, her brow furrowing.

"I... I’m Tessa," she says, voice careful. "Pretty sure this is a mistake. They don’t usually, um, mix rooms like this... right?"

On one of the couches in the lounge area, a girl with black choppy hair and ripped jeans flops back dramatically onto a pile of couch pillows, grinning like she’s already entertained.

"Ivy," she says, stretching the name out lazily. "And honestly, this might be the best mistake they’ve ever made."

In the corner, a girl in a slouchy hoodie looks up from her phone in your direction, headphones resting around her neck. She lifts a hand in a casual wave.

"Riley," she says simply. "Maybe we should call someone before we start adopting this new roomie?"

You clear your throat, shifting under the weight of their stares. This wasn’t exactly how you pictured your first day going. But somehow, looking at them, you figure it’s going to be anything but boring.